This week’s #writephoto prompt is
The Economic Inevitability of Haystacks.
After retiring from the Scots Terriers (Motto: Always fear the dogs of war) Major Shirley Som-Mishtake RSVP, WTF Lefthanded and Bar took up farming Little Tittweaking’s Lower Bowel. In 2022, Shirley began ploughing the Midden fields prior to planting a fast growing crop of genetically modified Monet trees. This generated a lot of local approbation.
Monet trees gained their bad press, because of the impression given that, if they included in one’s diet they proved conclusively there is such a thing as a free lunch. In fact, they were originally an invasive French species that had begun to overwhelm the indigenous equivalents by repetitively filling the landscapes with idyllic haystacks dominating the more prosaic imagery of the earthy, less bucolic locally-sourced bales. Gradually, despite the exponential increase in tourism from visits by groups of mindfulness spotters and radical Pilates activists, local people were horrified. Lily Pond, an itinerant straw baler formed the Campaign for Real Landscapes and gradually the benefits of having a Monet tree shrank.
Recently though, there has been a shift in thinking. Clever people, accepting that occasionally when there’s been a complete balls up, we can all benefit from the necessary if naturally unwelcome support of a truss have revisited the much maligned Monet tree and understood that with the odd tweak it can create the environment for a ‘trickle down’ event. This hypothesises that by sapping the strength of the host plant the surrounding land will all become fertile and fecund.
Shirley is a new adherent to this philosophy. He went to Harrow and has always enjoyed the delicious sense of having his balls gripped by something wild eyed and blond. Sadly, most experts believe that the result will be yet more jolly impressions of a mythologised agricultural past and eventually we will all find ourselves living in sodding haystacks.
TanGental 
I love this very apt and timely tale. I seem to recall it was Sean Connery who first introduced me to the good Major!
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I’m glad your time defending the realm was so productive
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It really was, although I deny any knowledge of most of it. I must say I was relieved to see truss elevated. I’ve been in dire need for some time!
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Yes. Letting La Truss sink may have been uncomfortable
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Gotta love the Major’s honors.
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I couldn’t agree more about the overproduction of Monet haystacks. There are far too0 many of them still about.
I read this post twice and was glad that I did so. There was a lot in it that slipped by on first reading.
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Thank you for finding the time.
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You gotta have idyllic looking haystacks!
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That would be nice. This short piece may confuse as its a political allegory at its heart, very much aimed at we Brits so it may not make much sense. But I console myself that many of my posts fail the sense test and people still come back
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“Amazing”, said the Gruffalo – wink!
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I’d love an afternoon with the Gruffalo…
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